The Alpha’s Fated Choice (Alpha's Fated Encounter Trilogy #1)

And she killed the man I love.

Suddenly, there is a terrible keening sound. I vaguely sense that it’s coming from me.

I’m the one who’s wailing.

I don’t feel the rain washing over me. All I can see is Alex’s blood soaking into the ground, getting washed away by the torrential downpour.

My sweet Alex. I’ve lost him.

The grief that hits me is immeasurably more than what I felt when Rita died. The pain is intense, as if the very core of me has been ripped out.

I can’t stop screaming.

I can’t stop this agony.

My face is wet—from tears or rain, I don’t know. But it feels like my soul is being torn apart. My wolf is struggling to get to its feet, still trying to process the shock of it all.

It stands up. And it looks out of my eyes at the wolf lying motionless before us.

Something in my head snaps.

My wolf howls, and my whole body burns as if on fire. This time, my scream is animalistic. I can feel my entire body rippling like the surface of a lake when someone tosses in a stone.

Somebody is shouting Alex’s name. Not one person but many people.

I’m too lost in my madness to care.

My mate. My Alex.

My wolf wants blood.

I am going to kill them. I will kill them all.

My skin is changing. My body is bending forward.

I don’t understand this change, but it doesn’t matter.

I feel more powerful all of a sudden, and the strength coursing through me is different than anything I have ever experienced in my life.

I will destroy them all.

With nothing but revenge on my mind, I move toward Alpha Black. I realize I’m running on all fours, but I don’t care. Black’s eyes go wide in shock and delight. He’s in his human form now, and he’s walking toward me as if to embrace me.

My mouth opens, and I slam into him. Without a second thought, I chomp down on his head and rip it off.

There’s a shocked scream from the other side of me. My head tilts toward the woman—the evil creature who stabbed my mate.

She has to suffer. She has to die.

Rage is controlling me. As is my wolf. It is at the forefront of my mind, directing each thought, each action. It wants to lay waste to this world. And I am in agreement with its desire for more violence.

I feel a tingling sensation within me as I jump toward her. She moves out of the way, but this new body of mine is faster. One swipe of my paw, and she goes flying into a tree. I don’t miss a beat, covering the distance between us in one leap.

My wolf sniffs her. She’s no shifter. She’s not an animal like us. She’s something else. Something I can recognize but not yet identify. She’s kind of like me, but not like me.

I unsheathe my claws, and her eyes turn wide like saucers.

“No! No, please!” She’s begging, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. I plunge my claws into her chest and drag them down, disemboweling her.